This thing called love

This Thing Called Love

This thing called love,

As beautiful and alluring as it is,

Engulfing the heart and piercing through the soul,

Like the sweet fragrance of a flower,

Shall I compare love with music?

Melodiously it expresses life in different tunes,

From sweetness to sadness in its notes,

Blissful when discovered in its right rhythms,

Should I compare love with passion?

Unconditional like the air we breathe,

Filling our soul with more life,

Powerful and mesmerizing like hypnotizing blue eyes,

Should I compare love with plants?

Like water and sunshine groom plants,

Love and care as precious a gift to humankind,

To be nurtured until it blossoms,

Should I compare love with drugs?

The feeling of complete happiness,

Intoxicating and encompasses the mortal

And uneasy to let go when addicted,

This thing called love,

Sown to heal the mind ,

Spreading humanity amongst all,

Love is bliss